Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife (3 page)

“Christ, Dana, I was almost there,” he complained.

“I think we’re about to have an audience.” I pulled my t-shirt down.

“That wouldn’t usually stop us.”

“But those are strangers. You don’t mind if Shane watches us do it?”

His eyes twinkled devilishly. “That could be fun.”

“Maybe I should just invite him in then.” I was barely whispering. I didn’t want Shane to hear if he really was lingering outside out bedroom door—not that he wouldn’t have heard my moans before.

Dave did not answer, but gave me one of those challenging looks. He loves to see just how far he can push me. I knew it was going to get him—us—in trouble some day. I was not about to invite Shane in to watch us, but that did not mean I could not push my husband just a little. “Maybe next time,” I said, hopping off the bed. I strolled to the door with my ass mostly hanging out from under the t-shirt and pulled the door wide open. I’m not sure if I really hoped Shane was there or not, but he was, and his eyes went wide when he saw what I was—or really was not—wearing.

“Excuse me.” I smiled up at him sweetly. “I need to use the shower, if you don’t mind. Tell Lisa I’ll be in to help her in a few minutes.”

“I don’t mind at all,” he stammered.

I didn’t look back, but I could feel his eyes on my bare ass as I walked down the short hallway. I could only imagine the look on my husband’s face.

*               *               *

I was tempted to get some quick relief in the shower, but my trusty shower massage was at home and hot water was at a premium at the cabin, so I refrained, knowing I was going to jump my husband at the first opportunity. The boys had prepped the fish, and I cut up veggies while Lisa worked on a salad. The boys would get the grill going, but they did not do any of the cooking up there. I think they liked having their women prepare the food they brought back. It was all very primal, but I never minded. I like it when a man is a man. Lisa had a bottle of wine open and I happily helped myself.

We ate dinner outside at the picnic table and then sat on the big Adirondack chairs on the front porch, Lisa and I in our husbands’ laps as we chatted. I’d changed into a cute little printed sundress and went braless. I didn’t think anyone would complain about that. I jiggled as I walked, and both boys noticed. But Lisa had no reason to be jealous. Her black tank top and cut-offs hugged those gorgeous curves of hers. Even I was looking! Dave kept trying to work his hand up my dress, but I thwarted his progress every time. He was just as frustrated as I was. It seemed we would be calling it an early night to get some much needed alone time. The night became buggy and when we moved inside I thought Dave and  I would excuse ourselves, but he surprised me by agreeing with Lisa that we should move things into the living room. It was too warm for a fire, but we all sat on the floor around the big hearth  anyway. It was a convenient place to put my wine glass. I knew when we stood up that I needed to slow down on the vino, so I just took little sips from the full glass. Dave was just as drunk as I was, but he kept drinking like there was no tomorrow. I was going to be
very
unhappy if he fell onto the bed and passed out.

 “Do you guys plan on abandoning us again tomorrow to sit on the lake with your rods in your hands?” Lisa asked. She sat beside Shane, with a hand resting on his thigh.

“Like baking in the sun beside the lake is any more interesting?” Dave replied. I sat between his legs, resting back against his chest, and his arms wrapped around me. It felt good to be in his arms, bit it reminded me that what I really wanted was to be in his arms naked.

“No, I guess not, but I’d think you’d enjoy the scenery hanging out with us more than you would staring at trees. But to each his own.” Lisa feigned disappointment.

“You make a good, point, but we’re seeing you now,” Shane said, kissing his wife’s cheek.

“It’s not the same, though,” I chimed in. I could not let Lisa do all the teasing. “We were wearing a lot less by the lake.”

Dave chuckled. “You’re not wearing much now, babe.”

“I can always put more on,” I started to get up, but he pulled me back down between his legs. I wondered if he was just referring to my little sundress, or my lack of bra. Either way, I knew he did not really mind. He liked that Shane kept flickering his gaze over to me when Shane thought no one was looking.

“Don’t go and do anything silly like that,” Shane said hurriedly.

“We weren’t just in our bikinis, we were also rubbing suntan lotion all over each other. I know how much you love to watch that,” Lisa said. Her hand landed on Shane’s thigh, awfully close to his crotch. He wore lose cut-off jeans, so I could not tell which side he favored that night—not that I would do such a thing.

“It sounds like we did miss out. That sucks. There’s always tomorrow. I’ll make sure I give both you girls plenty of attention tomorrow,” Shane said.

“We might just have to cover up then. I’m pretty sure I packed a one-piece I can wear,” I said.

“You don’t even own a one-piece,” Dave said.

“That’s because you don’t want me that covered up,” I teased.

“Really?” Lisa asked, eyebrows shooting up.

I silently cursed. That was not something I usually would have said in front of others, but all the wine had loosened up tongue. The fact that my husband liked to show me off was not something we typically discussed with other people.

“I know I have a hot wife. I don’t mind if people know it. I’m proud of it,” Dave said confidently. “You can’t tell me Shane doesn’t like it when you dress up hot when you two go out.”

“It’s okay with me if guys want to look. Lisa’s a piece of ass. A body like hers shouldn’t be covered up,” Shane said. He raised his glass and Dave matched him, even though they were too far apart to actually touch.

“Amen, brother.”

“Nothing I like more than being talked about like I’m a piece of meat,” Lisa said. The smile teasing the corners of her mouth said that she was not really upset.

“It’s better than the alternative, isn’t it?” Dave asked.

“I should probably just change into my bikini now and parade around for you guys then. Dana can join me.”

“I’m not going to complain about that. You can even show us how you rubbed suntan lotion on each other,” Shane said. He thought it was a great idea.

“I am not going to change into a bikini at this time of night. You’ll just have to ogle what you can see,” I said.

“You don’t need bikinis. Underwear is just like a bikini, isn’t it?” Dave suggested. I could tell he thought he’d come up with a brilliant idea.

“Why not? If I’m going to be objectified I might as well go all the way,” Lisa said. “Any other requests?”

“How about a pillow fight?” Shane asked.

“I think there are some bananas in there we could slowly eat for you,” I helpfully added. The boys really seemed to be getting into the idea of Lisa and me putting on a little show for them. That I thought it sounded fun showed just how drunk I really was.

We were all laughing with the joke when Dave said, “Come on ladies, let’s go.”

“Yeah, I’m all excited now. I want to see a show,” Shane added excitedly.

“And what do we get if we do this for you?” Lisa asked. I could not believe it. She sounded like she was seriously considering it. It sounded fun in abstract, but I didn’t know if I was ready to just get up there and pose for the guys. I’d done little fashion shows for Dave, but those were for his eyes only.

“I can’t speak for Shane, but I promise a lot of fun afterward,” Dave said, giving me a squeeze.

I laughed. “I’m going to get that anyway. I can feel how horny just talking about this is making you.” His hard shaft was pressed hard against my back through his running shorts, and I encouraged it by discreetly grinding back against him.

“She’s right,” Lisa agreed.

“Isn’t your loving husband asking enough? Have I ever asked you for anything like this before?” Shane said.

“What about that one time…”

“Okay, so this is only the second time. Come on, baby.”

“I guess so. But only because it will be fun to tease the hell out of you guys,” Lisa finally agreed.

Lisa stood up and without any preamble, she shed her tank top, revealing a lace-trimmed black bra. Her tanned cleavage was pushed up and plentiful. She was unbuttoning her shorts when she paused and asked me, “What are you waiting for?”

I had never agreed to anything. Lisa did not speak for me. But since she had agreed, I was pressured to go along. I’ll confess, I was a lot more receptive to the idea after all the wine I’d been drinking, but that still didn’t mean I was just ready to get up and put on a show for our husbands. And there was one other complication…

“I’m not wearing quite as much as you,” I told Lisa, as if she didn’t know I was braless. “I’m not really bikini ready, so to speak.”

“That’s even better!” Shane announced.

I turned and looked to Dave, but he offered no help—only a smile. So was he okay with me stripping down and showing Shane my tits? It sure seemed like it. If my husband did not mind, why did I? I decided that if I was going to put on a show, it was going to be a show to remember. I let Lisa pull me to my feet.

Okay, so now we were standing there, and I realized I had no idea what to do next. No, I’m not shy—obviously—but that didn’t mean I was prepared to get up and show off for the boys. Luckily, Lisa had some ideas. After she wriggled out of her shorts, she began to move around me, swaying to music that was only in her head. It would have helped if there was music playing, but that did not occur to anyone at the time. I jumped when she first touched me, her fingers grazing my shoulders and then moving down my arms. She held my hips and got them swaying in time to hers.

“Shane, go into my bag in the bedroom and get my lotion,” Lisa instructed, crushing her breasts against my back. I felt a little silly being still dressed while she was in her underwear, but I was in no hurry to lose my dress.

“Should I grab your toy, too?” he teased.

“Hush! Don’t give away my secrets!”

Shane returned with the lotion and Lisa told him to take a seat on the couch with Dave, saying, “We need some room over here.” The boys leaned forward, sitting on the edge of the couch as they anticipated what we were going to do. I was as curious as they were. Lisa must have decided my dress was not coming off if she left it to me, so she set the lotion down and pulled the straps from my shoulders. My loose sundress flowed to the floor and I fought the urge to turn so turn my back to the boys.

"There, that's much better," Lisa said. She stood close behind me and whispered, "Relax, this is going to be fun. The guys are going to go crazy."

"I think you're enjoying this too much," I replied, sotto voce. I didn't want the boys to overhear.

"What's not to enjoy?"

Lisa squirted lotion into her hand and I started when she touched me. It was cold and goosebumps covered my skin. The way my body was turned presented the boys with a perfect profile to see my nipples pucker up, and I risked a glance over to see that’s where Shane’s attention was focused. My husband, on the other hand, stared at where Lisa touched me. She did not just rub the lotion into my skin, like on the beach. This was more of a massage, and it felt really good. Too good. I could feel the tingle building in those familiar, yearning parts of my body and I told myself it was just because I was horny and drunk and because our husbands were watching. It couldn’t possibly have been because Lisa was touching me.

I was not one of those women with fantasies about being with another girl. It’s become a stereotype that every woman has some secret longing to be with another woman and does some experimenting when she’s younger, but that wasn’t me. Not before that night. I could appreciate when another woman was attractive, and when Dave and I were out I we had a little game where I would point out the women I thought he would go for, and he’d always teased that he would love a threesome for his birthday, but I did not take it seriously, and it wasn’t something I’d ever thought about for myself. I’d never so much as considered kissing another girl. But when Lisa pressed her sexy curves against me and started to massage the lotion into my sensitive flesh, I felt something I’d never anticipated. I didn’t know what to do with those feelings and if we were alone I might have pulled away, but I was drunk and we were doing this to tease the boys, so I just tried to relax and go with it.

Lisa rubbed lotion into my sides and her hands kept creeping around, first tickling my stomach, but then moving higher. I squirmed under her touch, and when her fingertips flickered at the undersides of my breasts my nipples yearned for her touch. I didn’t react that way when she rubbed the suntan lotion into me by the lake, but her touch was different this time. She was purposely teasing
me
—not just the boys. I saw Lisa in a whole new light. I never even suspected this side of her. She gave my butt a hearty squeeze and I jumped, then she told me to, “Turn around.”

We were well past any pretense of showing the guys what they missed at the beach. Our husbands watched eagerly as Lisa grasped both my breasts in her slippery hands. I gasped and closed my eyes. I couldn’t help it. There was no hiding the way I reacted to her touch. It felt like she had some experience doing this—beyond with herself—she massaged my breasts perfectly and the way she pinched and tugged my nipples made me weak in the knees. I held onto her shoulders and swayed to the rhythm of my pounding heart. My entire body heated up and the sparks shooting from my nipples to my pussy set it blazing. It was unfair. I couldn’t be expected to resist Lisa’s touch after being so cruelly teased earlier. But then, no one expected me to resist, did they? I think everyone in that cabin would have been disappointed if the touching had just been a quick, silly show. Lisa’s teasing was exquisite, and the burning pleasure in my nipples became more than I could bear. I had to push Lisa’s hands away. The room was dead silent, except for my pulse pounding in my ears. Everyone was dying to know what was going to happen next.